Permission Slip

All it took was a hard day at work for my husband to bring out the chainsaw.

“Do you mind?”, He asked.

“Go for it!”

A simple yes was all the man had needed, the verbal permission slip.

We’ve talked about taking down the privacy fence for some time. We like the privacy, but prefer the shade of the trees growing behind it. Talking, however, does not produce results.

Action be the remedy.

He brought down 1/4 of the right side, sawdust flailing in the air. I stood by his side ripping away the numerous vines that had been clinging and killing whatever it could. It was incredible, the two of us working together, stripping away the wall that held the sun and trees hostage.

Two days later, I determined that if we were going to finish this, I needed to do my part. I parked the kids underneath the shade, provided them with water guns, and turned on the hose. That should keep them satisfied.

Not brave enough for the chainsaw, I rummage through our various tools until I found the handsaw.


I have a strange affinity for doing the difficult. As the kids squirted each other, squealing, I re-discovered the motion of manual labor.  After the second bit of fence came down, my hands were burning, my breathing was labored and I had the urge to apologize to all the muscles that were being used for this occasion. I hadn’t prepared them.

In two hours time, I only finished a little more than my husband had, but the effects on my head and heart were deeply felt. I made a difference! I had moved us forward. Our yard seemed larger from the light and space pouring in and I had made that happen.

Too often, I hide my life because I don’t feel like I’m making the difference that I think I should. But the scripture in 1 Corinthians 4: 4-5 bursts through –

4 For I am conscious of nothing against myself, yet I am not by this acquitted; but the one who examines me is the Lord. 5 Therefore do not go on passing judgment before the time, but wait until the Lord comes who will both bring to light the things hidden in the darkness and disclose the motives of men’s hearts; and then each man’s praise will come to him from God.

. . . and I remember.

Do the work that is given you. Take hold of it with both hands. Stop talking about what you can do and do it. Actions are the remedy. Discover how good it feels to take care of the things that God has given you. Wait on Him to reveal the full work.

Judge nothing before it’s time.

Here’s your permission slip.


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